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Serenity and vitality

Early this morning, there was a moment of perfect stillness, silent except for birdsong (song thrush, wren, blackbird, dunnock), the crowing of cock pheasants and village roosters, and the ‘chak-chak’ of passing fieldfares. 245 more words


Spring is sprung

When I was a kid growing up in Swindon most Saturday’s we took the train to Bath to watch the rugby. As you left Swindon on the right hand side there was a shallow embankment. 530 more words


After the Winter of Discontent comes the Promise of Spring

Reaching my favourite sheltered spot, I sit in the sun, gazing southwards across the river, whilst all around me woodland birds are singing…

… joyfully oblivious to the dull roar of traffic over the bridge, and the ever-present threat of invasive building development. 41 more words


Hours of Rain

hours of rain

left all the grey clouds at last

sparkling in birdsong


This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #8, Karumi (Lightness), another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. 60 more words


Blackbird's Song

Blackbird sits
on his Watchtower perch
speaking words of ill portent
to all who listen

A lilting ode muted
in dark toned melody
for the air becomes thick…
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“I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.”
Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong

Hearing Spring

I can hear winter’s
Icy grip loosen. Morning
Birdsong greets the dawn.

Photo and words © Copyright 2015, Amanda Royce-Hale, all rights reserved.